Horror, my mental hospital has become a weird restricted area

Following Zhang Mazi's heartfelt gesture, the players sitting in the corner looked at each other in horror.

They secretly said in unison in their hearts: "This big brother is playing with ghosts here, this is really the end!"

Zhou Tong, who had been silent since entering the courtyard, took out his mobile phone from his arms in a strange way.

Save the scene in front of you.

I don't know if it's because of the strange mark on her forehead, but her current state is the best.

There is neither the hoarfrost on Zhang Fu's Zhang Linlin brothers and sisters, nor is it pale like Lu Chen and Liu Cheng who are resisting the erosion of spiritual power.

Now Zhou Tong's expression is very stiff, like a marionette, there is only one thing in his mind.

That is to record everything that is going on around you, without knowing fear, and without other emotional fluctuations.

"Well, old lady, I don't know what you like about this old lady, so I'll give you a surprise!"

Zhang Mazi said with wide eyes.

When he walked into the hall, he felt a terrifying spiritual force eroding his body.

The flowers that were originally hung on both sides, under the urging of the supernatural power, actually seeped strands of bright red blood.

The same is true for the distorted Shou character.

The rickety old woman was sitting directly above the hall, and the candles on the table were falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the blood-red table was burnt to blackness.

In the air at this time, in addition to the smell of corruption in the courtyard itself, there was also a pungent smell of blood and a faint smell of burning.

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Drops of scarlet blood dripped down the walls on both sides and the longevity character on the old woman's back, seeping into the cracks in the bluestone floor.

After a while, the entire hall was filled with blood.

Sitting at the head of the hall at this time, the old woman who was originally motionless raised her head slowly and strangely.

Stiffly pulling out a charming smile, Zhang Mazi could clearly see the sunken cheeks of the old woman under close sight.

And those pure white eyeballs stared straight at Zhang Mazi.

"Well, old lady, are you too excited? It's just a small surprise. Why is the shroud bleeding!"

Zhang Mazi asked in a dull voice.

The moment the crooked old woman raised her head, he already sensed the danger, because all the ghostly guests in the courtyard raised their heads together at this moment.

He looked at Zhang Mazi's back.

"Young man, your gift is very good, don't give it away next time, but I have a request!"

The old woman was a ghost, and her voice was hoarse compared to before.

"No no no, I don't agree!"

"The old man is a little thirsty and needs fresh blood!"

After the voices of Zhang Mazi and the old woman's ghost sounded at the same time.

All the candles in the courtyard were extinguished with the crackling sound of rejection.

The strong spiritual power enveloped the entire courtyard in an instant.

The players just felt it before, but now they can actually see a circle of dark mist surrounding the courtyard.

A few people wanted to release some faint light through the extraordinary breath.

But in the haunted domain of A-level ghosts, it doesn't work at all.

Even the light is swallowed up.

Fear, despair, helplessness and other emotions constantly stimulated everyone's nerves.